From the great love above to the lust and eventual dust.
These are the trying times of man. A mass of bone and flesh held together by a whisper of air.
Our air: you and I.
Souls have seized in existence. The purity once possessed is now gone.
In its place is a bottomless pit filled with various denials.
The denial of man’s true potential,
Man’s power, will, and everlasting innovation.
We fill this empty gap with materialistic loves and extended passions.
But what is it that we gain from such items?
A false sense of hope?
Or perhaps, nothing and nothing at all.
Truly, these are the trying times of man which can no longer be even called that but rather a mindless heard of drones pacing the crust of this planet.
Such trying times we are faced with, indeed.